Passage

Give me another turn

let me roll in flashing silver

down the curving spiral

waterway, way of light

Let me be delivered

in the way of

shining eucalyptus limbs

wet and gleaming in the half sun

between the rain

All this is —

integral, whole, contiguous —

can’t be mistaken

for anything it isn’t

All this is

displaces

anything that doesn’t have its essence —

Uncompromising fact

whose quality

outweighs all else,

scattering it,

defining everything.

In that royal splash

let me emerge

same as I ever was.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 27, 2013